How can I not when you are not even certain if it was your choice?
[It's a wicked torment. He'd become endeared to Connor, certainly; he is polite, subtle in his coyness, and expresses enough of a personality through his certainty of being a machine. But there were other little things that spurned that utter and terrible desire during that week.
He can't just forget what they did, how much he enjoyed, every second he had to watch and listen to Connor's reactions. How much of that is programmed into him, and how much was sincere?
Humans. Of course they would create servants. Servants in everything, including pleasure. His heart burns, angry with them and himself for losing such control.]
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[It's a wicked torment. He'd become endeared to Connor, certainly; he is polite, subtle in his coyness, and expresses enough of a personality through his certainty of being a machine. But there were other little things that spurned that utter and terrible desire during that week.
He can't just forget what they did, how much he enjoyed, every second he had to watch and listen to Connor's reactions. How much of that is programmed into him, and how much was sincere?
Humans. Of course they would create servants. Servants in everything, including pleasure. His heart burns, angry with them and himself for losing such control.]
Do you feel nothing about it? What we did?